i can't sleep. some nights i feel like it's morning, even two weeks into the trip im perpetually jetlagged. tacha's family home here is really beautiful, and really old. over two hundred years. something i have been noticing about old homes is the amount of noise they are capable of making. Before tacha came to france me and brita spent one night alone in this house after tacha's aunt left for the south. After simultaneously getting severally spooked, i could have sworn i heard footsteps on the stairs. me and brita coped with some audio books and sharing a bed with the lights kept on. tonight i'm a bit more on my own, the ladies are sleeping, and i literally can not stop looking over my shoulder. After reading and realizing i wouldn't be able to sleep right away, i of course went down to the kitchen for a midnight snack. since the first night of experiences i have taught myself the ways of keeping the house well lit at night time, so first my bedroom light, the stair light, the hall light, then the kitchen light and reverse order back to my room. Well i made my snack and proceeded up the stairs, filled with my nutella and jelly sandwich and a glass of french (really good) milk, i sat in bed, but began to smell a strong burning odor. With the faint idea that this could be hazardous, i woke tacha up, but she said it was probably an outside light, although im not sure she will remember me waking her in the morning, i began looking for the source of the smell. i couldn't find it, and although the smell has seemed to have vanished as quickly as it appeared, i can't help but be, completely freaked out. The stairs, after falling quiet for tens of minutes, seem to barely be hiding the fact that a presence lurks upon them and the hair standing up on my arms and back of the neck seem to be witness to something invisible to my more depending senses. All just my imagination? god, i hope so. i find small comfort now in paranormal psychology.
anyway, im going for my third attempt at preoccupying myself into sleep. in my head i will find comfort, as always, in a little room with pictures of people and places i love or would love to see, snuggled in my twin sized bed with my best friend at my side.
cheers to the gone,
